Yael Dahan's page

Wealth Point: 9
Compact Desert Eagle+License: DC19 -2 Wealth Point
Suppressor + License: DC12 -2 WP
Backpack: DC10 -1 WP
Tent: DC11 -1 WP
Total Remaining: 3

Assorted Gear (Backpack/On Her):
Multi purpose tool
Knife
Sleeping Bag
Meshvest
Portable Stove
Binoculars
Compass
Standard Flashlight
3 Sets of Casual Clothing
Windbreaker
First Aid Kit
25 Zip Ties
Android Cell Phone and backup battery.
1 set of extra batteries for flashlights
Duct tape

Concealed Carry Holster
Illumanator
1 Spare Magazine of bullets (+1 that is already in the gun)

At camp/in the car:
2 Additional sets of clothing
1 Coat
1 Bolt Cutter
1 Trail Rations

Range Bag with:
3 Spare Boxes of bullets
4 Spare Magazines
Stun gun
Hip Holster

The lightly-tanned woman leaning on a tree in front of you raises her eyebrows as she meets your appraising gaze with dark brown, almost black eyes. She is a slender, athletic woman, standing 5'6, maybe 5'7, if she straightened up. Although her deep brown hair is mostly tied back, she brushes away a few of the remaining strands from her face before she slings a filled backpack over her shoulder and walks over. As she gets closer, you notice a jagged rust-colored scar that winds along her forearm before finally disappearing at the elbow into the rolled up sleeves of her olive green shirt. "I'm Yael," she says in a slight accent, and holds out a hand as she waits for your response.

Yael grew up in Israel with her brother and father. Her parents both worked for the IDF, although her mother died when she was only 6. At 18, she started her mandatory service in the military, proving to be an extremely gifted sharp shooter and a very fast learner. Her cool demeanor, which had always proved to be a bit of a burden socially, proved its benefits when the Mossad came knocking at the end of her two years, looking to recruit her. She worked for the Mossad as a field agent for the next 8 years before being captured along with 3 other agents by a Palestinian extremist group. She spent nearly a year being tortured for information while imprisoned before she was finally released in a hostage exchange. She put in her formal resignation two months after being rescued, and moved to Minneapolis, Minnesota to live with her brother as she tried getting used to a normal life and learn to cope with the traumatic experiences of the past year. She sees a psychiatrist regularly for her PTSD, although her deeply distrustful nature makes progress hard. He finally recommended this trip as a hopefully serene healing experience, allowing Yael to isolate herself from some of the more frantic life in the city.